Ellana's Cultural Studies on Humanity Chapter 45 The Ties That Bind Pt1 Abduction

[Stormtrooper1990]

It had been five months since my capture by the MiB and I had settled into a familiar if boring routine in the MiBs Tartarus Facility. While I had all the access to human history I could ever dream of and regular contact with my dear Lifemate, Nikki who was living with Liv at their shared apartment their relationship going from strength to strength, career flourishing. Meanwhile my rivals had been reassigned, I hadn't seen M since the day I was interred but surprisingly L or rather Linda, made frequent visits to the facility. It was here I began to get to know her and to see her has more than just a rival, she was a formidable but fair woman a lot like my own mother who had a lot of demons haunting her. In particular was her estranged daughter, Rachel. Little did we know that forces were moving against the Earth and this would spell danger for Rachel and the entire human race. This would be the turning point where my rivals would become dear friends and it all started at one lonely motel during spring break...


Dr Ellana Xenoanthropological Society


Outside Seafront Motel, Mermaid Avenue, Coney Island, Brooklyn, New York, Wednesday 19th March 2025 22:30pm


Calantha creaked her neck as she huddled in the bushes observing the front neon façade of this curious human domicile that was called a 'motel'. A most curious name. Are they anything like the hotels back home on Zenobia? She shook the thought from her mind, thoughts of her home, where she had been exiled often created feelings of bitterness in her breast. No, I'am not here to sightsee or observe these pretty if a little dull aliens. As a Zenobian shifter, Calantha had the ability to assume the form of the female of any race and it was this ability she used in service of the Corporation the galaxies premier supplier of slaves from all corners of the Milky Way. Currently she was wearing a young attractive latina, with diamond shaped features, high cheekbones and big almond shaped hazel eyes. Her usual short blue hair now jet black and cut into a pixie cut. The girl, an enforcer had an interesting collection of tattoos that declared her allegiance to the 10th Street Hoods, a petty band of human gutter runners that the Corporation had infiltrated to conduct it's business while on Earth. She had answered to the name of Carmelita Aguilera and was now decorating her quarters naked as her personal body slave, Calantha having helped herself to the woman's tight white blouse, pinstripe charcoal waistcoat and matching trousers with black sensible. She had even took the enforcers white sports bra and thong underwear. The woman hadn't been alone, she had two young female gangers with her but now they were now Calantha's thralls thanks to the mesmetron, a Corporation specialty. The sound of a door opening from the Motel caught her attention. There emerging from room 105 was her target.



Peyton Gunnerson walked out into the brisk spring evening towards her car to retrieve a map from the glove box. It's a shame that Rachel isn't here. She said something about studying for her dissertation, that it was more important than spring break. Poor girl, she's attractive and has a hot boyfriend but always was an over achiever. I guess that's what happens when your mom was a marine. Catching her reflection in the driver side wing mirror, Peyton grinned liking what she saw. She was a looker of twenty with heart shaped features, gentle features and big blue eyes framed by a curtain of light chestnut brown hair. She was dressed tonight in a pink floral patterned tank top, with the peace symbol flashed in green across her small B-cup breasts, tight belted denim jean shorts and pink laced sneakers, complete with white ankle socks. Overwhich was a cropped denim jacket. Inserting her key into the lock, Peyton looked up to see a striking tattooed latina approached her. "Hey, it's a real nice night." Peyton said as the girl stopped in front of her. "Yes, very pretty. But not has pretty has you, dear." Peyton blushed. Did this girl just hit on me? But I'am not really into girls. Plus she gives me the creeps. "Um, thanks. Look I'am really very busy and I don't want to-" The latina shot her hand out stopping her from opening her car. "Hey! What's the big idea-ohh." Peyton let out a low moan of arousal, as the girl caressed her cheek feeling an odd sense of attraction to the latina. "I like your look, come with me so we can have some privacy." Despite not feeling an ounce of attraction to this girl, Peyton felt compelled to obey her. "Yes mistress." Taking the woman's hand, Peyton was led to the bushes.


With the human right where she wanted her, Calantha clamped a hand around her mouth to stifle her cries drawing down into the bushes then with her other hand gripping her throat administering the famous Zenobian pinch. The struggling girl quickly want limp with a pained squeak, slumping into Calantha's grip. Grinning the Zenobian rolled the unconscious girl off her body, stripping out of the clothing she had stolen from Carmelita all while her mesmerised thralls looked on blankly. Taking the human female into her arms, Calantha assumed her form with a kiss taking out her ear studs and removing her jacket. "Peyton Gunnerson, 20, Law Student at Columbia University and Roommate to Rachel Gibson." She said inserting in the girls studs before leaning Peyton's body against her pulling her tank top over her head then unhooked her white lace push up bra, cocking her head in curiousity at the girls small but pointed A-cup breasts with puffy pink areolas. After putting in Peyton's navel piercing, Calantha let the half naked girl flop back down onto the grass snapping on the bra. Unlacing the girls trainers, the Zenobian slid them off along with the ankle socks then unbelted her shorts whipping them down her long legs, and not caring a smlok for the humans modesty her matching g-string thong exposing a tidy clean shaven womanhood and plum shaped buttocks. Hmm? They are more Zenobian then i thought. Such a pretty little creature. I wonder if I could keep her too. Lord Gravalax won't begrudge me if i take her as part of my fee...


Once she finished dressing in Peyton's clothing, Calantha placed a small beacon on the girls buttocks pressing the activation stud. She grinned as the girls pleasing naked form disappeared in a shimmer of orange light, transported to her quarters on the Corporation flagship Fortune's Bounty . Then, tucking the mesmetron into her stolen shorts Calantha turned to her thralls. "Come, we have work to do." The two gang girls, one ebony skinned with black deadlocks the other with short ash blonde hair, followed her commands wordlessly falling into step behind her as they approached room 105.


Room 105, The Seafront Hotel 22:40pm


"Peyton's sure taking her time isn't she?" Said the pretty Candice Whitley, a stunning ginger haired girl of 21 with long hair tied into a high ponytail, squared features and piercing emerald eyes as she lay on the left hand single bed, flicking through the TV with a bored nonchalance. "You know her, she's probably flirting with the pool boy." Replied Sherry Conklin, a pretty blonde with angular features big brown hairs framed by curly honey blonde hair who sat on the table polishing off some egg fried noodles with her chopsticks. Candice was dressed in a short navy denim miniskirt, with a blue checkered shirt knotted at her midriff with white sandal heels, underneath was a lace trim blue and white striped cropped boob tube with matching thong panties. While Sherry was wearing a flared floral green sundress, with white sneakers her stonewashed denim jacket looped over the chair underneath . "It's a good job Rachel Gibson didn't want to come, that girl is a right Debbie downer. Always with her head in a book." Candice sighed flicking over Nat Geo for a second time. Before Sherry could answer her, the front door opened to reveal Peyton with two girls dressed as gangsters.



"Peyton? Who are your new friends?" Asked Candice nervously rising from the bed to stand next to Sherry. Peyton cocked her head smiling evilly. "That's none of your concern, human." She said whipping out a strange gun shaped like a dish, pointing it straight at the girls firing it. "Peyton?! Are you crazy-ohh." Sherry cried, her voice trailing off as the blue circle rays of the mesmetron made them stand straight to attention. Calantha giggled turning to her thralls. "Strip them to their skin, put on their clothes and assume their identities. Take everything. Slaves don't need clothes or possessions." The two mesmerised gang girls merely nodded. "Yes, mistress." They intoned in a eerie monotone as they approached the students. Calantha watched with aroused interest as she watched her thralls strip the human females as if they were mere mannikins. I must admit I have sampled the females of many planets across the cosmos but human females are the most...comely. Its a pleasure wearing them. The Zenobian thought her eyes scanning the naked forms of Candice and Sherry, Candice with her freckled C-cup breasts with puffy pink areolas, small pink womanhood crowned with a tuft of flame coloured hair and pert plum shaped buttocks. While Sherry had small delicate B-cups with dark pink rose petal areolas, full clitoris topped with a trimmed fan of golden pubic hair. Leaving the thralls to dress in the clothing that didn't serve them, including the underwear, Calantha approached the naked girls terror in their eyes as they tried to scream but it only came out as whimpers, as they were paralysed. Caressing their bare buttocks, the shifter attached transponders smiling with glee as the terrified females disappeared in shimmers of orange, along with the thralls clothing.


Once the thralls were fully dressed, Calantha locked up the motel room before leading them to Peyton's car. Getting in the driver's seat she pulled out her communicator. "My lord, Gravalax. Phase 1 is complete. I have assumed the form of Peyton Gunnerson and are proceeding with phase two. Soon Rachel Gibson will be in our hands and then the Earth." The voice that replied was harsh and guttural but male. "Excellent work my dear Zenobian. I have approved your acquisition of the human females as your fee. Keep it up and good things will be heading your way." Smiling, the Zenobian hung up the device and using Peyton's memories pulled out onto the main road following the signs to New York City.


Apartment 374 West 117th Street, The Student Apartment of Rachel Gibson 09:30am Thursday 20th March 2025,


Rachel Gibson sighed loudly as her digital clock buzzed waking her from her slumber. Ugh! I wouldn't have minded an extra hour in bed. I was getting used to not hearing Peyton's snoring from the next room. Irritably switching the annoying device she rose up from her bed yawning widely. As she entered the bathroom she chuckled at her morning reflection. "I look like how I feel." She was an attractive girl of 20, studying law at Columbia. Her sharp angular features, high cheekbones and piercing blue eyes framed by long jet black hair made her a dead ringer for her mother. Her figure trim and athletic, C-cup breasts buoyant with youth. She sighed as she brushed her teeth. Linda Gibson, my old leatherneck of a mom. Who I have to tell everyone that I meet is dead since she's off keeping the planet safe or whatever. We haven't spoken for a year not since she told me she was hunting a dangerous fugitive. And now she's been leaving me messages saying she wants to meet me for coffee. She can't keep doing this, walking back into my life and expecting me to love her. Hell,she doesn't even know about Scott and I .. Spitting out the mint toothpaste, Rachel stripped out of her night clothes before jumping into the shower finding solace in its waters.


Once she was dressed, Rachel walked back into her bedroom taking up her phone from the nightstand scanning through the dozen text messages her Mom had left her. Maybe Scott is right. I should give her a chance, while she hasn't been there to watch me grow up she still is my mother and I want to get to know her. Her fingers hovering over the touch screen, Rachel heard a knock at her door. Secreting her phone into her jacket pocket, she walked over to the door. "Peyton? You're home early from spring break? And who are your new friends? Where are Candice and Sherry?" She said looking into the face of her roommate, flanked by two girls whose clothes looked way too small for them one of them a blonde girl wearing a denim mini skirt had a gang tattoo on her shoulder of a grim reaper clutching a number 10 on her left shoulder. Peyton flashed her a weird smile. "Oh they are gone, far from here by now." Rachel felt a trickle of fear in her stomach. "Peyton? Why did you knock on our door?" She asked reaching for the baseball bat leaning against the door frame. Peyton simply chuckled. "Because, you silly little human I'am not Peyton!" She snarled throwing open the door, advancing on Rachel alongside her goons. Picking up the bat, Rachel swung wildly but "Peyton" simply flowed around the bat like water striking her on the left side of her neck with a swift chop. Rachel let out a pained yelp as fell to the wooden floor unconscious in a heap, the bat clattering to the ground beside her.



Kneeling beside the unconscious Rachel, Calantha caressed her sweet face. "Foolish girl. You humans may be pretty but terribly dull and boring all the same." Then from the girls pocket, she heard a vibrating sound. Taking out Rachel's communicator, the Zenobian saw a picture of a woman on the screen with strong familial resemblance dressed in military garb, underneath was the legend 'MOM'. Calantha chuckled. "How touching. Your mother will become our property just like you sweet Rachel. And with her help, your Earth will be ours." Crushing the crude device under her heel, Calantha attached the last of her transporter beacons to Rachel's jacket then holding hands with her thralls the group disappeared with a shimmer of orange light.



MiB SuperMax Prison Tartarus, 5km outside Utica, Upstate New York, 12km below the Earth's surface, Same Moment


"The cellular customer you are trying to reach is currently not available. Please try again later." Said the drab female machine voice on Agent L's smartphone. Sighing she felt the tug behind her navel as the massive lift descended into the bowels of the earth. "Ma'am? You do know that once we hit 5km below sea level, you won't be getting any cell reception, right?" L looked up to see a female elite MiB prison guard looking at her, operating the lift. The woman was dressed a form fitting crimson jumpsuit, with black lining under the arms and legs, the MiB logo stitched on the shoulder and on the chest of the black tactical vest she wore over it, with matching gloves and laced combat boots. Covering her face was a black balaclava over which was worn a black patrol cap, with crimson stripe down the centre the MiB logo pinned at the centre. She was armed like all the guards with a stun baton. Nodding to the woman, L secreted the phone back into her suit pocket. You're worrying over nothing Linda. Rach is probably enjoying spring break along with her friends. I will give her another call once I have met with an old friend. Failing to convince herself, L leant over the railing as the lift continued its descent. A thick case file tucked under her arm.


The lift came to a halt with a clunk of gears. Ahead of L the large doors opened with a hiss of pressurised gas, revealing a stark white corridor that lead into Cell Block 1. There, flanked by two male prison guards stood Warden Laramie the administrator of the complex. "Ah, Agent L. You come back to visit us so soon? For what do I owe the pleasure? Asked the bespectacled little balding ginger man, dressed in an MiB black suit. With the female guard opening the gate, L approached him. "Good morning, warden. I have come to visit Princess Ellana, in regards to a case I'am working on. I believe she could help." The warden sighed, dismissing the two guards as L along with the female guard fell into step next to him. "Yes, prisoner #5972. She has been quite the model p-" " Her name is Ellana, warden. She isn't just your run of the mill Orion spice smuggler. My team and I know her better than most." L cut across him. Laramie sighed his feathers ruffled by the interruption as they reached general population, a tall cylindrical room finished in MiB white lined with cells and crisscrossed with catwalks. "In any event, an interview room as been prepared for your visit. I will leave in the capable hands of guard F here, farewell Agent L." He said disappearing into a side corridor. "Ma'am? Please follow me." The young blue eyed guard stepped forward beckoning her to follow. L nodded falling into step behind her.


The Interview Room, Isolation Wing 10:00:am



After sitting down at the table, L took out the most recent picture of Rachel caressing the image of the beaming young girl. My god! She looks just I did when I graduated High School, bright and beautiful. She wants to to be lawyer, just like dear Sam. Well it was his cover... The sound of the door opening chased away her thoughts, L hurriedly shoved her photograph back into her suit pocket. Looking up she couldn't help but smile when Ellana, garbed only in a yellow jumpsuit with 'DETAINEE' on the back in black lettering and handcuffed was being led in by Guard F. "Hello, Linda. It's good to see you again. How have you been?" Grinned Ellana, taking the seat opposite. L reflected that despite her 5 months in the Tartarus facility, Ellana still looked healthy and smiling the day she and M had brought her in. The only difference was her blue hair being slightly longer. "Hey, Ellana. I wish this was a social call but I have something I believe you can help me with." Ellana glanced at the fat dossier on the white table. "Does it have anything to do with that dossier there?" Linda grinned wanly. "I forgot you never missed a beat. Yes, this is my latest case. Starting from January this year, there have been a spate of disappearances in the New York area. The FBI have took over the investigation but have no leads, I think it has to be extraterrestrial. But the MiB won't spare me any resources, they think it's organised crime." Linda gestured to the guard to undue her cuffs, the woman hesitated. "Don't worry dear, between yourself and Linda plus the camera in the room I wouldn't get very far." Ellana quipped as Guard F released her restraints. Massaging her wrists, Ellana dragged the file to her. "What makes you think this the work of another race?" She asked flicking through. Linda leaned across the desk. "The lack of physical evidence and witnesses at the scene." The Zenobian nodded gravely. "And the ages of the victims? Gender?" L took at deep breath, early twenties mostly girls but a few men as well. It started with homeless then students walking alone or in small groups." Ellana shook her head. "No it can't be them..."


L crossed her hands over the table. "What is it, Ellana? Who couldn't it be?" Ellana slid the file back to her. "The Corporation. But they should be light years from here and there's no way they could have known about Earth." L cocked her head. "And who are The Corporation?" Leaning back into her chair, Ellana took a deep breath. "They are a despicable band of interstellar slavers who are the bane of the civilised galaxy. They prey on isolated colony worlds and my people have had run ins with them. My father, the King as made it his personal mission to bring them to justice and expose their schemes to the United Galactic Congress." L nodded in understanding. "But you mentioned that they being here would be impossible. Why?" Ellana leaned across the table. "Because the location of Earth is a closely guarded secret within the Xenoanthropological Society and the Star Corps. Unless, they simply got lost." L smiled retrieving the file. "Thank you, Ellana you've been a great help." Ellana held up her hand. "Wait, Linda. If it really is the Corporation and I'am not even certain they are here, you need my help. Get me out of here." Linda rose from her chair shaking her head. "You know I can't do that, Ellana. You will only just escape again, plus I could get in trouble if this goes tits up." Ellana stood up quickly, Guard F quickly closed her down slapping on the cuffs around her wrists. "Linda, I know how the Corporation operates. I can help you and M. Get me out of here and I will give you my world I will not run. Please, the lives of your young people hang in the balance. We must save them." L started for the door. "I'am sorry, Ellana but I can't take that chance. But I will put in a good word with the warden, letting him know now of your cooperation." She said over her shoulder. "Linda..." She turned back to face her old nemesis. "...do not underestimate the Corporation. They are even more crueller than the Rizzo's and far more cunning." L nodded. "Farewell, Ellana. I will see you around." With that she swept from the room.


On the Surface


With her back to the fake log cabin that marked the concealed entrance to Tartarus, Linda leaned against her sedan roaring with frustration as she heard for the third time the same message. "Come on, sweetheart. Why aren't you picking up? Damn it, something as to be wrong she usually picks it up as soon as I ring. I have a bad feeling about this..." She said to herself taking deep breaths, feeling something she hadn't felt in a long time; fear. Impulsively, she jumped into her sedan behind the wheel. Activating flight mode the car lifted into the air. Banking the craft East, Linda gunned the throttle speeding towards New York City. "Please be safe..." The agent mumbled under her breath, her voice shaking.


West 117th Street, New York City 10:20am


Landing the sedan in an alley further down the street, Linda walked towards Rachel's apartment finding it to be buzzing with activity. The blue flashing lights of NYPD cruisers lined the street along with a few unmarked FBI Suvs. I need to get in there but I will need a disguise to get in or risk getting shot. As she approached the police line, 20 metres from the apartment door Linda did a double take. There, standing in her uniform on the other side of the tape was Nikki who looked just as surprised as she. "L? What are you doing here? I don't see M with you." L nodded in greeting. "Nikki. What's going on? What's with all the badges?" She asked as Nikki leaned in taking a deep breath. "I can't say much but there's been a kidnapping at apartment 374." L felt a shiver run down her spine. "That's my daughter Rachel's apartment. Is there any sign of her roommate, Peyton Gunnerson? They are fairly tight." Nikki's hand shot up to her mouth. "Oh my god, L. I'am so sorry. Well the damnedest thing is she's gone AWOL along with two students from Coney Island. The feds are all over this and we are just glorified doormen." L leant in closer to Nikki's ear. "This is my daughter, Nikki. I need to get in there." She whispered anxiously. Nikki sighed shaking her head. "I'am sorry, L. But I can't let you pass or I will get in trouble. Look, you didn't hear this from me but there's a few feds around the back, down the alley behind you. Maybe you can find yourself a badge who will be more...obliging. Good luck." Behind her, Sergeant McKnight appeared at her shoulder. "I'am sorry ma'am, but this is a federal investigation. I will have to ask you to step away." Nikki said flashing her a wink, returning the gesture Linda turned from the police line, and approached the alley.


The Alley beside Rachel's Apartment


About half way down the alley, Linda noticed a single lone FBI agent looking through the open trunk of her SUV. Ducking behind a nearby dumpster, the MiB agent appraised her. She was an attractive young woman, barely older than Rachel with smooth rounded features, shallow cheekbones and big almond shaped blue eyes. Her head crowned by a combed chestnut pixie cut. She was dressed in a dark navy blue pantsuit with a black low cut tanktop and matching flat shoes, over which was the iconic blue FBI field jacket with the letters stencilled large on the left breast and back, her Glock handgun holstered at her slim waist. Badge dangling from around her neck. L grinned. She looks close to my size and that's a very nice suit. Dressed like her, will get me in no problem. Heh, if M were here she would be complaining right about now. How I miss her? Using skills borne of her Marine training, L crept up silently on the unsuspecting federal agent.


Special Agent Nancy Robinson tutted in frustration as she searched for the fingerprint kit. Where the hell is the damn thing? I'am sure I packed it before we left the Field Office. Great! If I can't find it then Senior Agent Castle will have my head. This is all I need, only a month out of the academy and I'am already a screw up. She then let out a cry of triumph as she moved a couple of Kevlar vest, finding her fingerprinting kit. I knew I packed it! Come to momm-what?! Before she could grab it, Nancy felt an arm snake around her slender neck drawing her up followed by a hand being pressed on the back of her head. The rookie agent panicked, whimpering as she tried to draw her gun but instead only grabbing air. "Shh, girl. Go to sleep, don't fight it or you will break your neck. I don't want to kill you." Hissed a woman's voice in her ear, pressing Nancy's head forwards. Feeling the blood flow to her brain being cut off, Nancy let out a strangled choke which turned into a slow rattle of breath as she lost consciousness, eyes rolling into the back of her skull the last thing she felt was being lowered to the pavement.


Leaning the agents unconscious body next to hers, Linda took out the woman's ID. "Sorry Agent Nancy Robinson, but my daughter's life is at stake. It's nothing personal." Putting the ID back into the woman's pocket, the veteran agent yanked off the agents badge from around her neck before stripping off her black suit. After removing the young agents coat and service weapon, Linda slipped the suit jacket from her shoulders before unfastening her trousers whipping them down her long legs in one smooth motion exposing the woman's solid black thong protecting her modesty. Holding up her arms, Linda slid her tank top up over her head revealing lush C-cups enveloped by a matching plunge bra. Letting the scantily clad agent flop back onto the pavement, Linda quickly dressed in the agents clothes finding them a close snug fit. Pulling on the agents coat, the MiB agent scooped up Nancy's body stashing her inside the trunk along with her folded up black suit. Taping up the young feds wrists and ankles, gagging her Linda snapped the trunk shut locking it. Then looping the badge over her head holstering the Glock, Linda picked up the fingerprint kit approaching the back door which was guarded by a solitary male NYPD officer who let her through with a nod.


Apartment 374, The Residence of Rachel Gibson 10:30am


Walking into the apartment, Linda found it to be bustling with FBI agents taking evidence and discussing the scene. Sighing she glanced down at a fallen baseball bat and shattered smartphone, marked with a yellow 1 and 2 respectively. That's my girl, she took my advice not that it helped her. Oh, Rachel you didn't stand a chance. Damn it, Linda! You should have been here to protect her! Shaking the blame from her mind, Linda walked the scene. Just like the other disappearances, complete lack of evidence. I should have gotten Ellana out, she would have known what to look for. But if had then there would be two unconscious naked FBI agents. A price I would have gladly paid... Then approaching Rachel's bedroom, the agent caught a snippet of a conversation between two male agents. Leaning against the wall, she listened in.


"Well the scene shows clear signs of struggle, and forced entry Agent Ward." The first a middle aged agent, a man with salt and pepper hair Linda recognised as Nikki's uncle Frank said. Agent Ward, a younger blonde agent nodded. "It has to be related to the recent disappearances, sir." Frank smiled in reply. "Astute observation, Agent Ward. I would bet my badge that the Hoods are behind it. They were always involved in human smuggling and with the fall of old man Rizzo, Gutierrez is desperate for income." Agent Ward shook his head. "With respect sir. It could well be them, it's a likely story but without any evidence there is no way to know for sure. Whoever took Ms Gibson are pros, just like the other scenes. They don't leave prints or any trace evidence, which isn't usually the Hoods M.O. And even if we're right and it's them we cannot go barging into their hangout, Rudi's Diner on West 107th Street without just cause or Gutierrez will just lawyer up." Frank sighed. "You're right, Ward. Let's continue the sweep." You might not be able to do anything, but I will. Gripping her fist in determination, Linda shoved the fingerprinting kit behind a cabinet before retracing her steps out of the apartment to the back door. Reaching the SUV, she tossed the FBI coat and badge on top of the sleeping scantily clad form of Agent Robinson before getting behind the wheel entering West 107th Street into the satnav display.


Police Cordon outside Rachel's Apartment Building


From her position on the police line, Nikki saw Agent L pull out of the alley way in an FBI SUV wearing a crisp blue suit. Looking right at her, the two women shared a nod of respect before L drove down the street heading west. Behind her she heard a male FBI agent say. " As anyone seen my partner, Agent Robinson? She said something about grabbing the fingerprint kit before coming up?" Nikki grinned as Sergeant McKnight standing next to her leaned in. "Now a feds gone missing, too. What is this? The Manhattan Triangle?" The rookie cop chuckled to herself. I will bet a month's salary she's in the trunk taped up in her bra and panties. I hope L didn't rough her up to badly, Ellana told me how she operates. She sighed. I miss her so much but at least I have my sweet Liv and speaking with Ellana this morning helped.



On route to West 107th Street, West End Avenue 11:00am



Nearing Rudi's Diner, Linda could hear thumping and muffled screams coming from the trunk. She sighed pulling into a secluded alley. Figured she'd wake up sooner or later, looks like I will have to put her back to sleep. I can't focus with her racket... Taking a deep breath Linda brought the SUV to a halt, getting out she opened the trunk looking down on the scantily clad athletic body of Agent Robinson. "Mmmph!" She screamed through her tape gag, tears streaming down her beautiful features. Linda cocked her head dispassionately. "Sorry, agent. But you really need to be quiet." She reached in grasping Robinson's throat despite the young agents best efforts to wiggle from her grip. With a finger and thumb either side of the neck, just as Ellana had shown her Linda pinched. Robinson let out a pained squeak, slumping unconscious once more. Slamming down the trunk door, Linda got back behind the wheel. Trying to shake the image of Nancy from her mind, she reversed back out onto the road.


The Alley behind Rudi's Diner, West 107th Street 11:10am


Parking the SUV across the street from Rudi's Diner, Linda scanned the building looking for a suitable disguise. Hmm? Either the Hoods have a thing for fifties chic or it just serves as a convenient hangout. Doesn't matter, I need a change of clothes. No good going in dressed like a fed, they'll just turtle up and I can't go in dressed like a gang banger. I'll get spotted a mile away... Then she spotted a young waitress serving up bacon and eggs, she grinned an idea forming in her mind. But not so the humble waitress, no one ever looks at their faces just the uniform. There's my way in... The girl was wearing a short sleeve knee length red uniform dress with checkered collar and cuffs with matching apron and black pumps. The waitress had a sweet heart shaped youthful face with warm blue eyes and long auburn hair tied into a ponytail, Linda pegged her age around twenty years the same age as Rachel. Her course set, the veteran agent got out of the SUV crossing the street and entering the alley.


Stalking forwards down the alley, Linda saw the rear door of the diner open. Reacting quickly she darted into cover behind a wall, next to a row of dumpsters peering around the corner Linda spotted the young waitress she had observed through the window emerge from the door clutching a black refuse sack full of trash. She noted that the girl's name according to her tag on her left breast was 'Tanya'. Coiling like a spring, using instincts born of her marine training Linda waited until the girl was just rounding the corner before she pounced. Pulling the waitress around the corner by her arm, Tanya let out a terrified squeak as the MiB agent clamped a hand around her mouth muffling her cries. Then grabbing her throat, Linda administered the pinch. The young waitress slumped unconscious in the agents arms with a cute pained muffled grunt. Her struggles ceasing, arms hanging limply by her sides. "Sorry about this...Tanya." she quipped reading the nametag. "But you are going to help me get to my daughter." She gently lowered the sleeping girl to the pavement, stripping out of Agent Robinson's suit then untying the apron.


Propping the unconscious Tanya against the wall, Linda sighed as she unbuttoned the girls dress noting that the outfit was a little short for her. No matter, I have squeezed into smaller than this during our hunt for Ellana. Besides, I'am a marine we make do and this for Rachel. I can live with discomfort. Peeling the dress and shoes from Tanya's slim petite body leaving the girl wearing only a red gingham white lace trim bra and matching bikini cut shorts, Linda stepped into the dress buttoning it up and tying on the apron then endured pain slipping on the too small pumps. As an afterthought, she loosened the waitresses hair tie adopting a small ponytail. I haven't put my hair up since the marines, but this should make me look a little younger. All the better to blend in. Then using the duct tape from the SUV, Linda taped up the waitresses wrists and ankles gagging her with a strip. Patting the girl on her cheek, the agent scooped the scantily clad body into her arms tipping her into the dumpster then tossed the trash bag onto her, concealing her body further. After folding up the suit, stashing it behind a stack of boxes Linda straightened her stolen uniform then entered the diner.


Rudi's Diner 11:21am


"Hey you finished taking out the trash?" Asked the diner chef without looking up from the grill flipping burgers, a greasy fat man whose girth was barely contained by his uniform. Linda nodded. "Yes, Clive. You have something for me?" She asked glancing at his nametag. Clive jerked his thumb to two streaming double bacon cheeseburgers on the counter in front of her. "Yeah, these gang bangers can't enough of our cheeseburgers. I swear they will eat us out of house and home long before they bankrupt us with their "protection" fees. Take those burgers to those heavies in the corner there. Milly as disappeared off for a smoke break and hasn't returned yet, fool girl." Nodding she took up the burgers. Ugh! The amount of calories in these, a heart attack waiting to happen and M goes crazy for them. Still, I could pick up some useful intel. Perhaps Rachel's location if I'am lucky. Flashing, Clive a smile Linda walked through the diner towards the gangers, pausing as a young pretty curly black haired waitress walked into the diner who gave her a curious smile before brushing past her to the back. Feeling as though someone had walked over her grave, Linda shook her head approaching the two male gangers, who were dressed in gang tagged leather jackets.


"Here is your order, sugars. Enjoy!" Linda beamed, acting the waitress. The first man, a young black man grinned at her. "Aren't a little...old for this place doll?" He leered at her hips as the second man, a young hispanic man with a thin moustache shook his head, reaching into his wallet. "Can it homie. She's got to be mid thirties at least. Besides, I like my milfs. Here, Señora . Buy yourself a nice a dress, on me." He tucked a $100 dollar bill into her apron before taking a bite from his burger. Flashing them each a smile, Linda turned to the table opposite making a show of wiping it down. After swallowing his burger, the Hispanic youth looked up to his partner.


"So have you heard anything from el jefe? Word is he and the enforcers have been quite since Christmas." The Hispanic kid asked taking another bite from his cheeseburger, as Lamarr doled ketchup on his greasy burger. "No, but I have been getting that question a lot, Ruiz. All I know is our order still stands; continue snatching kids, girls mostly off the streets and deliver them to our warehouse on pier 88 off 12th Avenue, the Hudson River docks." Ruiz swallowed his burger, leaning forwards. "Wow! They are really stepping up our smuggling operations. Any idea, who wants all these girls?" Lamarr shrugged taking a bite. " I don't know, some horny old Saudi motherfucker? The fuck you care, anyway? I don't. Besides, we get our cut and follow our orders then maybe we get to sample some of the merchandise before they get shipped off. You dig?" Both men laughed, tucking into their junk. Disgusted, Linda made her way to the back door out through the kitchen.


I couldn't stand to be in there a moment longer. If I had my gun, God help me. Besides, I have my next location. A gang warehouse on the Hudson River. Hang on Rachel, I'am coming baby. I will free you and everyone else. Stripping off the stolen waitress uniform, Linda tossed it on the still unconscious Tanya before redressing in Nancy's suit. Walking across the street, she put the FBI coat and badge then got behind the wheel inputting her next destination in the satnav.


10th Street Hoods Warehouse, Pier 88, Hudson River Docks 11:45am


19 year old Carmen Ventura, lookout for the 10th Street Hoods eyed the FBI SUV that pulled up towards the front gate. She was a pretty hispanic girl and had only recently joined the hoods, having not proven herself to get the covered tattoo of Death himself. Her tanned diamond shaped features and high cheekbones, partially hidden by a black bandana tied around her lower face, with almond shaped bright hazel eyes. Head crowned by chestnut brown hair braided into pigtails. She was dressed in a sleeveless denim jacket, gang logo on the back, with matching distressed jeans belted at the waist and black white laced sneakers. Underwhich was a black skull and cross bones tank top, the nipples of her C-cup breasts peaking through the thin fabric. Curiously Carmen noted that the pig behind the wheel was an attractive older woman. Doesn't matter, she's all on her own. Easy pickings... Drawing her TEC-9 submachine gun from the waist band on her jeans, Carmen approached the SUV gun drawn gangsta style. "Whoa?! Where do you think your going, Mrs Piggy?"



Linda watched with amusement as the arrogant gang girl approached the drivers side, gun drawn like she was in a hip hop video. I don't know kids today, think their hotshots. This little girl wouldn't last five minutes in Iraq or Afghanistan for that matter. Well, she looks close to my body size and that mask will hide my identity. I just need to get her as close as possible "Special Agent Nancy Robinson, FBI. I'am here to conduct a search of these warehouses for signs of suspected human trafficking." She quickly flashed the stolen ID, not giving the ganger time to see the photo. The girl merely shrugged. "Uh-huh. And where are all the other little piggies, hm? I thought you travelled in packs? Anyhow, have you got a warrant?" Linda beckoned her forwards with her fingers. The girl moved forward, crossing her arms over the window leaning in. "What's your name, kid?" The girl angrily sneered under her face mask. "I ain't a kid, you old bitch! I'am a Hood. The names Carmen if you must know." Resisting the urge to laugh, Linda smiled. "Well Carmen, I have the warrant right here." The girl shook her head. "Well you know what you can do with your little piece of paper? Shove it up your as-What?!" Without warning, Linda grabbed a handful of Carmen's tank top yanking her into the guard then brought her elbow down on the back of the girls head. The young ganger flopped unconscious on Linda's lap with a pained grunt. "Looks like it past someone's bed time." She quipped pulling Carmen onto the passenger seat before getting out of the SUV.


Stripping out of Nancy's suit for a second time, Linda set about undressing the unconscious girl straddling her on the back seat. After unlacing Carmen's sneakers, she removed the girls bandana sighing as the girls pretty face was revealed. "What the hell are you doing mixed up in this shit? You're much too young, but you were in-between me and Rachel so I'am not sorry." After slipping off Carmen's jacket, Linda unbelted the girl's jeans whipping them down her long tanned legs in one quick motion revealing a pink love heart patterned G-string patterned thong covering her modesty. "Huh, not what I was expecting from such an hardened gang banger. Hoisting up Carmen by her tank top, the veteran agent pulled the garment up over her head letting the half naked girl flop back onto the passenger seat. Linda shook her head as she regarded the young buoyant C-cup breasts of the gang girl, with puffy full dark brown areolas. "And like most kid's you've gone bra-less, typical." Once she had finished dressing in Carmen's clothes, Linda used the last of the duct tape to bind and gag the half naked girl then taking her by the ankles dragged her into the security booth locking her inside. Putting the bandana over her mouth, the agent opened the gate parking up the SUV before closing it again. Ignoring the muffled screams from the trunk, Linda shoved the TEC 9 into her stolen jeans striding into the warehouse.



The Warehouse


Linda had a bad feeling she couldn't shake as she entered the darkened warehouse. This doesn't feel right. Where are the guards? It's far too quiet... Suddenly, a light flashed on blinding her for a moment as she heard the cocking of multiple automatic weapons behind her. Linda was quickly disarmed by three Hoods, their eyes glazed over before she was marched to the centre of the room. Once her vision returned she made three shapes in front of her. "Ah, the famous Agent L. It's about time we met, we have business to discuss." Came a harsh guttural voice, from a large slimy frog like alien, garbed in a blue robe adorned with gold thread clutching a golden sceptre. To his left was a black armoured female figure, her helmet fashioned into a grimacing female face, she was clutching a long barreled scoped laser rifle. Next to him on his right was a human girl, that Linda recognised as Rachel's roommate Peyton. "It took you long enough to follow our trail. Then again intelligence was never you humans strongest suit. However, that being said I watched your handiwork. Outside the apartment, at the diner and now here. Most impressive." Linda smirked. "It's nice to have a fan. But I now what you are, you're a Zenobian." The shapeshifter blinked. "Y-you've met another of my kind?" She stammered. Linda nodding laughing. "Oh yeah, and she's twice the woman you are. Two bit slaver-ugh!!" She cried as one of the mesmerised hoods, struck the back of her head with his gun. The frog alien, slammed his staff onto the ground the echo resonating through the empty warehouse. "Enough! You are in the presence of I, Lord Gravalax! And you will heed my words!" His voice booming as she thumbed the activation stud on his staff.



"Recognise your child." Gravalax croaked the blue light emerging from his staff coalescing to form a blue shimmering hologram of a struggling Rachel held fast on a cold metallic chair. "Rachel!? You bastards I will kill you all if you harm another hair-" The sound of the female figure drawing her rifle cut Linda off, Gravalax held up his pudgy hand. "No stand down, Vesta. We need her alive." The woman merely nodded, shouldering her rifle at parade rest. Gravalax then turned his beady eyes back to Linda. "You must forgive Vesta, Valorian enforcers are very loyal to their masters. Which is what I require from you. A show of loyalty." Linda struggled in the arms of her captors. "What the hell are you talking about, Kermit!" Gravalax smiled, his resemblance to a frog became even more pronounced. "Would you believe we came across this planet merely by chance? What with the Zenobian Royal Navy chasing us across the cosmos. We've been here for four of your Earth months and have come to appreciate the beauty of your young females. They would fetch us a pretty penny on the slave markets of Gorox II. In fact we would like to make a sizeable withdrawal and that's where you come in." Linda rolled her eyes. "What does this have to do with Rachel?! Or do you just like to hear yourself croak!" The alien slammed his staff down again. "How dare you talk to me like that, churl! You are my property just like your daughter. You will listen!"



"I require two things from you, slave! The first; As a senior agent of the MiB you must have the access codes for Earth's defense net. So far we have only managed to transport a few groups of merchandise to our fleet but with that defense grid down, we can began full scale acquisition. The second; you see the thralls around you? They are controlled by this..." Gravalax gestured to the Zenobian. "Calantha, if you would my dear." The shifter grinned holding up a strange gun, shaped like a dish. "This is the mesmetron. A Corporation speciality. It allows us to control lesser beings and force them to do our bidding but it isn't perfect. The effect can be resisted by those with a strong will and can only control three or four at a time." She said matter-of-factly before turning back to Gravalax. "Thank you, my dear. According to our contact, your MiB has a device called the neuralyser that can modify memories and to a lesser extent control them. We want you to procure the schematics so we may improve upon ours." Linda's eyes widened. "You can't expect me to betray the MiB or the human race-!" " You will do as I command slave! Or I will return your daughter to you...a piece at a time. Oh and don't even think of informing your MiB compatriots! If you do then she dies! Now go slave and go about your work, you have three days." With that, the three figures disappeared with a shimmer of orange light. Around her, the three Hoods collapsed onto the ground unconscious. Breathing heavily, tears in her eyes. L angrily stormed from the building.


Outside the Warehouse 12:20pm


Now redressed in Agent Robinson's clothes, Linda looked down at the bound scantily clad FBI agent struggling against her binds pleading with her tear stained eyes for release. "I'am sorry I had to do this to you, Nancy. But you are young and don't know the privilege of being a mother. What I do now I do for her. By the way I'am keeping your suit." The girl shook her head fervently as Linda reached in grasping her throat, the young agent let out a muffled squeak slumping unconscious into the trunk. "Sleep well, child." Caressing the agents face, Linda scooped the half naked Nancy into her arms stashing her gently into the dumpster before closing the lid.


Getting back into the SUV behind the wheel, Linda started to weep. The stress of her daughter's captivity, of what she had to do to innocents like Nancy and Tanya, not to mention the fate of the human race weighed heavily on her shoulders. Then a voice that sounded like her old Gunnery Sergeant, Aldridge, entered her mind. What is your major malfunction, Private Connelly?! Get on your feet, Marine! Semper Fi! "Semper Fi!" She cried knowing what she had to do. I'am not being ordered around by a fucking frog! I'am not leaving Rachel behind, I'am getting her back and shutting these bastards down. But I'am not doing it alone nor half cocked. I will get the gang back together and for that I need Ellana. I should have got her out when she offered, I should have listened to her. No, it's no time for regrets... Taking out her communicator, L dialled her lover. "Paddy? It's Linda. I..I need your help. Could you meet me at my apartment. Right now?" She asked her voice cracked with emotion. "Yeah, of course love. I will be right there." Smiling Linda hung up, then pulled out of the open gate onto the road.


The Apartment of Agent L, West 10th Street, Greenwich Village. 13:00pm


"Oh God, Rachel? I'am so sorry, Linda." Paddy said embracing her as they sat on her couch. "She's the only connection I have to my former life. The only damn decent thing I put back into this world, after years of taking life away." She sobbed burying her face into his chest. Paddy rubbed her shoulders. "Love, that's not true. You've done so much with the MiB, hell you saved my worthless hide." He tilted her head up. The old marine let out a strangled laugh. "I wouldn't call you worthless, sweetheart." She leant in kissing him on the lips. "Well you can count on me and the team. We'll have your back, keep this out of the MiB for Rachel's sake. It will be just like old times." Linda nodded smiling. "Thanks, Paddy. But I think we need more help. We need to call M she would want in on this and I trust her with my life." Paddy agreed. "The kid is practically dying of boredom chasing after VISA dodgers. Besides she's always been loyal to you, not so much the MiB." Linda grinned. "It won't be much trouble to get her on the HAM radio. And we need to call Nikki." Paddy's brow furrowed. "Why do we need Nikki for? She's got enough on her plate with the force?" Linda took a deep breath. "Because, we are going to break Ellana out of Tartarus." Paddy chuckled shaking his head. "If it's anyone else but you saying that, I would laughed in your face. But if Ellana and the Zenobians know about these Corporation aliens then we need all the help we can get. Anyhow, I can't see us winning this without her." Linda gave him another hug. " I will get on the horn to M now." Paddy flashed her a wink. "And I will tell the team to get ready, perhaps lose the suits." Leaving him to call TFE, Linda walked over to her radio set.


Has she dialled in M's frequency, something they had both agreed upon when they were both reassigned Linda felt a sense of hope well into her breast. "I'am coming to get you, honey and this time I'am bringing friends." Clearing her eyes, L pressed the send button on the receiver. "Leatherneck, calling Screaming Eagle. Come in Screaming Eagle, over?" There was a slight pause, to which Linda sent the message again. Then she smiled with relief as she heard the familiar Texan drawl. "Screaming Eagle to Leatherneck, copy. Good to hear from you boss. What's up?" Taking a deep breath, Linda told her everything.

[Stormtrooper1990]

NEW YORK TIMES

DISAPPEARANCES OF CITIES YOUTH CONTINUE AUTHORITIES BAFFLED


By Piper Wright Crime Correspondent


Fear continues to hold the Big Apple in its grip as more of the cities young people have disappeared, in the spate of abductions since January in what many New Yorkers have dubbed 'The Phantom Student Snatcher'. The latest victims are Rachel Gibson, 20, Sherry Conklin, 20, Candice Whitley, 21 and Milly Bright, 20, three of whom are students at Columbia University. While Miss Bright works as a waitress at Rudi's Diner. The families of the three girls have been notified as the FBI along with the NYPD continue their investigation. It is believed that Miss Gibson was abducted from her apartment while Misses' Conklin and Whitley were adducted while they were on spring break at Coney Island. One saving grace is that Ms Peyton Gunnerson, who had been with her friends had gone out to the store only to discover her friends missing. "It was horrible. I hope the authorities find my friends soon." The girl said in interview.


Speaking to reporters at the scene, Senior Agent Frank Castle, 52 the head of the Organised Crime Task Force and lead investigator had this to say. "We are not ruling out organised crime and people trafficking at this time but it would be inappropriate of me to comment on an active investigation. But I would like to reassure the students and parents of this city that we are doing all we can to see the victims reunited with their families, and preparators brought to a swift justice." According to inside sources from within the NYPD, the investigation faces an uphill struggle has the perpetrators have left no physical or trace evidence at the scenes.


Our thoughts go to the families of the victims in this most difficult time and we hope that the victims will be reunited with them soon. And we at the Post will keep our appraised of any leads or developments on this disturbing case.



For a full list of the victims, turn to page 3. A vigil at The Cathedral Church of St John the Divine is due to be held to pray for the victims safe return.

[Void99]

Do you use phones and tablets by design?
I mean out of choice. You prefer using hand held devices and find them easier?
Trying to work out out how out-dated and behind the times I really am!

[Stormtrooper1990]

Do you use phones and tablets by design?
I mean out of choice. You prefer using hand held devices and find them easier?
Trying to work out out how out-dated and behind the times I really am!

Hi Void

I use a Lenovo tablet for my writing, I find it easier to use than a smartphones touch screen plus it just feels right. I used to use both for my writing but I wasn't pleased with how my earlier works looked all truncated so I use the tablet for writing and the phone for general use.

On the whole I prefer handheld devices to PCs, much more portable and convenient.

[Void99]

So you actually have experience in all fields. You actually find it easier using a touch screen more than a physical keyboard?

Not trying to sound condescending or strange in any way. I am genuinely curious.

Last time I tried a hand held device was in the early 90s (Nintendo Game Boy) and it gave me such extreme neck-ache I never touched one again. At least not for time consuming projects.

[Stormtrooper1990]

So you actually have experience in all fields. You actually find it easier using a touch screen more than a physical keyboard?

Not trying to sound condescending or strange in any way. I am genuinely curious.

Last time I tried a hand held device was in the early 90s (Nintendo Game Boy) and it gave me such extreme neck-ache I never touched one again. At least not for time consuming projects.

Well, call me old fashioned but I much prefer a physical keyboard but because I can't afford a modern PC I make do with a tablet. In truth I don't really like touch screens.


Don't worry, you don't sound condescending I'am happy to answer your questions it's no problem.


Ah, the old game boy! That takes me back, I have many fond memories of those, it was my first handheld got it along with a SNES. I used to play Pokemon Blue, Kirby's Dreamland and Terminator 2, into the wee hours. I still have mine and it still works, they really don't make them like that anymore.

[meditions142]

Wow, this entire idea has taken an interesting turn. What an amazing twist in the Ellana story. I absolutely cannot wait to see where it goes from here.

And really like the mesmetron. Great concept.

[Stormtrooper1990]

Wow, this entire idea has taken an interesting turn. What an amazing twist in the Ellana story. I absolutely cannot wait to see where it goes from here.

And really like the mesmetron. Great concept.

Thanks my friend, it was always on the cards to eventually make old enemies into new friends. With L's daughter in danger, and the human race at stake our heroines must unite to face this threat that is bigger than the Rizzo's. This also marks the start of a change of direction for the MiB where Ellana is concerned.

Thanks, I'am glad to hear that. It was Arc that suggested the concept of the mesmerton as a device that the Corporation uses in its dastardly business of enslavement. The device itself can make others unwitting thralls of its operator, they either follow orders unceasingly or in the case of Candice and Sherry force them to remove their clothing. But it's not perfect, it can be resisted by those with higher willpower and is limited to small groups of people. One of the reasons why the Corporation invaded Earth was to reverse engineer the neuralyser to improve the mesmertrons design. We will see more of the mesmertron in future stories in this arc and I will expand more on it's capabilites.

[Stormtrooper1990]

Some behind the scenes for this chapter, enjoy.


The uniform worn by the unfortunate waitress Tanya, before L relieved her of it.


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And the Iconic FBI field jacket, worn by Special Agent Nancy Robinson front and back.


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And that's all for now folks.